This is a song about "Left"

With the rest who are left

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

My insurrection: left rejected or disgraced

Ever since then i had no job

That left ya without hope

Right now using my left brain

Grown men in this game

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

But he was lifeless, not a pulse left

His ego left bloated

Still sick, real shit

I'm still confused about why you left

Your new man got my respect

That was good shit, is there any left

I know it hurt but life's not perfect